People say I am a magician, I have art of poetry, in fact it is nothing but an incomplete line of a song, in which there is no balance of meaning and rhythm. It is just like a play of which there is no ending is suggested. Yes this is the magic of love I have which I have learned after a hard struggle. But this gift of magic of love is very strange. I do not understand what it is in real. Is this a blessing the fate bestowed upon, or a punishment the Nature inflicted me with? My story is very peculiar, which I can’t tell. Though, I have this powerful magic of love, but it is like a heavy burden on my heart, which I can’t remove. At the same time it is useless, because it is INEFFECTIVE on YOUR HEART.
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Thanks Nadira for your appreciation and encouragement.
It takes another sensitive and love of art , to appreciate ..
Thank you dara for considering me so. I appreciate that.
Nice bog, As I said before, love can be like magic. When you are sincere in your thoughts and in your writings, you can make magic to people by that. And you are doing it, am I right?
Thanks Elf for the compliment, appreciation and encouragement.
You Know The Art of Writing
Art of Putting your Thoughts in Words..
Keep it up.
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Keep it up Onee!
Mmm.....*thinking....
Sir rysperski
my last line says the same as you have commented. Thanks!
Oi there,
To my humble thinking, if somebody does not know whether the love that has been bestowed is a gift or a burden or a punishment, then whatever that person has, it surely is not powerful magic of love, actually it not a magic at all.